Susan died in her sleep a year ago. The family insists that a chicken bone was the cause, but my lover thinks she may have taken one too many Soma pills.
I really miss Susan and the Soma pills. She had the best weed on the Upper East Side. Hanging out at her large apartment with her younger sister was the best of times.
I haven’t thought too much about Susan since they burned her to ash, but my lover is still grieving. What he saw in that old Jewish broad is anyone’s guess, but yesterday, it seems Susan sent a gift to my lover and I from the light.
Susan’s younger sister, upon hearing that I am unemployed and out of unemployment insurance benefits, demanded that her new boyfriend, an Italian with “connections”, help to get me a job at New York City’s most famous bakery.
I’ve always wanted to be a pastry chef– perhaps that’s my true calling. Say a prayer for me and perhaps Saint Soma Susan will do something nice for you as well.
